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acting on the hype but your tough is like baby wipes
You ain't a real G
All you like Clarence on DVD
I'm watching 8 mile, driving "fake miles" see me speed

milengi laash 8

Paribhasha
Hai SD Trojan aka alag
Duniya ka

Kon hai akaa
Mile mera hi akaar
cgar dhunde mera aaka

Maapa
Scene naapke phaad du
Machine

keep losing
Life is a bitch at times
There’s no confusion
Plays with you like cards
Casinò move, split the hearts
End of story, roads are closing
No more

was a victim begging for witnesses 
'Cause I couldn't handle her sentences
"8.8 on the scales with the shakes
Just wanted to know you're safe and OK!

the drive to put in work to get the stick shift
Split he wood she gon' use the tigs as some toothpick
Loose lips
Talk a mile a minute
Like before though
You

quick
Man you know I gotta slide
So don't you play around here
It's my birthday
I'm out here caking
And I'm bag chasing
A mile high
They always told me I

Connected 'round town on the i5 coastin (ugh)
Stockton wild, but poly style is hate free
Create smiles from 8 mile to 8th street
Straight from Port City
Take

right
I joined the mile high club on a Virgin flight
And spent my whole check on strippers and some Persian rice

So maybe I'm not right for you
No I

people to the streets
But our head up high, ten toes down can't see defeat
Even if her pedicure could make some miles turn into feet
Man, what I'm talking

hell-a loose
Now who am I to take advantage of this lifestyle?
Different color whips, M&M's, 8 Mile
Every conversation is a love story
And every flow I rip

shit up
And let this shit ride
Loud asf if you high right now
It dont matter if you high off of life
Or you just blew a blunt of that gas
Or you threw

fragrance 
Uh
Run that mile hoe
8 of em for the D and my smile hoe 
Ima Chi nigga but I never blush for a bitch
Rap nigga but I'll never slouch to be rich

Not now but right now right now huh 
Play fakin tell em all to pipe down huh 
Nay sayers at time high now huh
They don’t get it they ain’t got it by now

the times where we would party while we watched the Superbowl
Or how we’d Skype for 8 hours playing games
And then working on a short film day to day
By

ain't no cap in this
That's what I'm leaving yall off with
Rap 8 mile like a file because you grow slowly
Rapping ain't easy it's hard just like stealing

me I feel out of place
Don't know how to say it
I'm the one they get beat by I feel like Dr Dre
I ain't gone lie the shit be obvious a mile away
I

of pearls
She ain't bothered just bounces her curls
I'm just a normal guy
But I stay fly
Getting so high
Higher than the sky
I'm just passing by
Through your

She chose up, so what, quit crying like a hoe, lame
Fake LA-ers phony players cat calling from a mile away
Super sticky boy I'm high all day
Act tricky

everything is as it seems

Coach  1941 dress and shoes, Jenny Bird ring
France Luxe headband at  the age of eight
Cameron decided she was destined
For

rollin', lil larger
In the parking lot of Sonics, get to it on the Chronic
OR At Bay Street, Blues Cheifing them up by the twos
Rollin' with my big sister,

the ring, that's a hell of a fight
Get out of my sight
Cold
Klondike, get high, take flight
We can fly where you want
Trips to Milan, Lotus flower bomb
Paint

job So when work gets done, the work gets done And the fuzz has to fill out a missing person I know some guys that'll split you like a Dutch Hit

and watch the show, America!
Britain split through fickle shit
A government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit
In parliament, not adequate

I'ma cruise by your spot round eight
Nah girl I ain't gonna be late
They told me to take it slow
But honestly I couldn't wait
Hit the city maybe hit